I need some new "in your face" music for my running and workouts! Nothing like speed metal...but, I like things that "make you made type" to get me through. Has to have a beat (keep a rythm for running pace) but, not a slow beat. Any suggestions

I need some new "in your face" music for my running and workouts! Nothing like speed metal...but, I like things that "make you made type" to get me through. Has to have a beat (keep a rythm for running pace) but, not a slow beat. Any suggestions

What types of music do you like?

Here are some off hand that I like for activities:
Rich Mullins' album "A Liturgy, A Legacy, and a Ragamuffin Band"
Smashing Pumpkins "Siamese Dream"

Here are some off hand that I like for activities:
Rich Mullins' album "A Liturgy, A Legacy, and a Ragamuffin Band"
Smashing Pumpkins "Siamese Dream"

Awwww.....I thought I was the only one who loved that CD by Rich Mullins! I put that in my surround sound stereo and Blast it...lay down on the couch and dissappear in my own world...or I clean to it! I love almost all of his music! Another one I like for lazing around...good accoustic stuff is by Andrew Peterson...or some down home feel, Caedmons Call!

Awwww.....I thought I was the only one who loved that CD by Rich Mullins! I put that in my surround sound stereo and Blast it...lay down on the couch and dissappear in my own world...or I clean to it! I love almost all of his music! Another one I like for lazing around...good accoustic stuff is by Andrew Peterson...or some down home feel, Caedmons Call!

I'm looking for some metal/rock for running/working out to.

You have good taste Andrew Peterson is great. Mullins is my fave. Have you heard Waterdeep?

I need some new "in your face" music for my running and workouts! Nothing like speed metal...but, I like things that "make you made type" to get me through. Has to have a beat (keep a rythm for running pace) but, not a slow beat. Any suggestions

I need some new "in your face" music for my running and workouts! Nothing like speed metal...but, I like things that "make you made type" to get me through. Has to have a beat (keep a rythm for running pace) but, not a slow beat. Any suggestions

I love both of those neutral milk albums.... what ever happened to Jeff Mangum by the way? Dude dropped off the face of the earth or something.

Last material I know of is a live solo album he released a couple of years ago. Mostly NMH songs, but the highlight is a cover of Phil Spector's "I Love How You Love Me". It is sublime. I have no idea why there haven't been any more NMH albums. Hopefully Mangum will revive that project one day.

got the best music ever made ........ Trucking songs ........like
Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the
uphill side of thirty-seven miles of hell called Wolf Creek Pass. Which is up on the Great Divide?
We was settin' there suckin' toothpicks, drinkin' Nehi and onion soup mix, and I said, "Earl, let's
mail a card to Mother then send them chickens on down the other side. Yeah, let's give 'em a ride."
(Chorus)
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
Truckin' on down the other side
Well, Earl put down his bottle, mashed his foot down on the throttle, and then a couple'a boobs
with a thousand cubes in a nineteen-forty-eight Peterbilt screamed to life.
We woke up the chickens.
Well, we roared up offa that shoulder sprayin' pine cones, rocks, and boulders, and put four
hundred head of them Rhode Island reds and a couple a' burnt-out roosters on the line.
Look out below; 'cause here we go!
Well, we commenced to truckin' and them hens commenced to cluckin' and then Earl took out
a match and scratched his pants and lit up the unused half of a dollar cigar and took a puff. Says
"My, ain't this purdy up here."
I says, "Earl, this hill can spill us. You better slow down or you gonna kill us. Just make one
mistake and it's the Pearly Gates for them eight-five crates a' USDA-approved cluckers.
You wanna hit second?"
(Chorus)
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
Truckin' on down the other side
Well, Earl grabbed on the shifter and he stabbed her into fifth gear and then the chromium-
plated, fully-illuminated genuine accessory shift knob come right off in his hand. I says, "You
wanna screw that thing back on, Earl?"
He was tryin' to thread it on there when the fire fell off a' his cigar and dropped on down, sorta
rolled around, and then lit in the cuff of Earl's pants and burned a hole in his sock. Yeah, sorta
set him right on fire.
I looked on outta the window and I started countin' phone poles, goin' by at the rate of four to
the seventh power. Well I put two and two together, and added twelve and carried five; come
up with twenty-two thousand telephone poles an hour.
I looked at Earl and his eyes was wide, his lip was curled, and his leg was fried. And his hand
was froze to the wheel like a tongue to a sled in the middle of a blizzard. I says, "Earl, I'm not
the type to complain; but the time has come for me to explain that if you don't apply some brake
real soon, they're gonna have to pick us up with a stick and a spoon."
Well, Earl rared back, and cocked his leg, stepped as down as hard as he could on the brake,
and the pedal went clear to the floor and stayed there, right there on the floor. He said it was
sorta like steppin' on a plum.
Well, from there on down it just wasn't real purdy: it was hairpin county and switchback city.
One of 'em looked like a can full'a worms; another one looked like malaria germs. Right in the
middle of the whole damn show was a real nice tunnel, now wouldn't you know?
Sign says clearance to the twelve-foot line, but the chickens was stacked to thirteen-nine. Well
we shot that tunnel at a hundred-and-ten, like gas through a funnel and eggs through a hen, and
we took that top row of chickens off slicker than scum off a Lousiana swamp. Went down and
around and around and down 'til we run outta ground at the edge of town. Bashed into the side
of the feed store... in downtown Pagosa Springs.
(Chorus)
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
Truckin' on down the other side
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
Truckin' on down the other side

and this one ..........
I was pullin' up a hill that's known as the devil's crest,
Haulin' 36 ton on a run called the nitro express.
There was nothin' but curves a runnin' from the top on down,
And at the bottom of the grade sat a quiet little country town.

Well, I was drivin' off the top when she jarred and the driveshaft broke,
Started pumpin' up the brakes, saw 'em going in a big cloud of smoke.
To keep 'er upright ...i knew I had to do my best,
Against a runaway bomb they call the nitro express.

(chorus)

There was 36 ton of a detonated steel,
Over 18 tires that smoked and squealed.
I had to ride her down and I couldn't jump free,
Or there'd be a big hole where that little town used to be.

Well that old trailer leaned each time that I took another curve,
My hands started sweatin' and I knew I was losin' my nerve.
And I was cussin' each rock and every inch of the devil's crest,
A fightin' with the wheel of a rig called the nitro express.

I side-swipped a mountain so i'd slow her down by rubbin' her side,
And when the sparks started flyin' man it looked like the 4th of july.
I finally got her stopped ... But mister I'm a gonna confess,
That's the last run I'm makin' in a rig called the nitro express.

(chorus)
(repeat chorus - change last line to ..cause there'd be a big
Hole where that little town used to be.

ok last one .......
Hello I'm a truck
You've heard songs about truck drivers many times their stories told
How they pulled out of pittsburg for six days on the road
Bout the feather river canyon and climbin' the old grapevine
That old roadhouse down in texas and the girls they've left behind
You've heard their tales of daring and I think that's just fine
But if you can spare a minute well i'd like to tell you mine
There'd be no truck drivers if it wasn't for us trucks
No double clutching gear jaming coffee drinking nuts
They'll drive their way to glory and they have all the luck
There'd be no truck drivers if it wasn't for us trucks

Well there he sits in that cafe drinking coffee and telling lies
Prob'ly telling 'em how to talk that hill ten miles back
How telling 'em how he missed a gear and that volkswagen full of hippies
Passed us like I was sitting up on jacks or how we took that curve over on 66
Han't-a been for me hanging on the shoulder we'd both wound up in the ditch
If we're on time he takes the credit if we're late I get the blame
Up those hills with shutters open my stacks are running flame
My stack a running red light sucking diesel from the tanks
I take him south and bring him back without a word of thanks
So now you've heard my story and I guess it's my tough luck
There'd be no truck drivers if it wadn't for us trucks
There'd be no truck drivers...

Look at him sipping coffee and flirtin' with that waitress
And where do you think he left me that's right next to cattle truck (mooo)
Why couldn't we have put me next to that little pink mack sittin' over there
Gosh she's got pretty mud flaps and talk about stracked they're both chromed
Well he'll be coming out in a minute and he'll get that bar
And he'll go around and beat on my tires
You know for two pints of diesel i'd have a flat on the inside dual
Ha that fixed him I never did like the way he drives anyhow
Thainks he's god's gift to waitresses he never gives 'em a tip
Well I know what he's gonna do now he's gonna take out
The tape cartridge of back owens and play it again
I don't know why he don't get a merle haggard tape

When it comes to working out and listening to music at work I go with heavier music that gets me more pumped...stuff like Motley Crue, Rage Against the Machine, Metallica, Guns n' Roses, Audioslave, Queensryche, Def Leppard, etc.